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| Deamon | Jul 5 2011, 07:04 PM Post #1 |
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((Ken Brooks and Dante Fox start)) Ken Brooks was feeling like he had been given the short end of the stick. On the plus side he never had to fear a kick in the balls again, but he did have balls made of brass. Which made walking a pain. He was still struggling to figure out a good use for his ‘power’. He did know one thing for sure, he had to find his badass; Dante Fox. But first he would have to navigate the hell hole of his workplace and now it was filled with murderous aliens. As Ken was immersed in his thoughts a small creature entered his tiny office space. It was wearing what looked like breathing apparatus if it was built by someone purposely trying to mess with someone. It noticed him and stopped moving. It turned its head toward him and he heard a dull thunk, then another and another. The creature was standing there making a thunk. Ken would have laughed but he was confused by what was going on. He reached onto his desk and carefully picked up his computer monitor he stood up slower than he normally would due to his newfound assets. As the creature stood in front of him continuing to make that thunk noise he raised the monitor and brought it down hard smashing it to pieces. To Ken’s amazement the alien fell to the ground and didn’t move. This time Ken laughed before leaving the office. Dante Fox had a strange feeling of excitement at the prospect at what he was about to do. The bullet flew through the air and blew the brains out of an alien with braided hair. “I just killed an alien!” Yet another first in his life. This one being his first interplanetary kill. He did have a slight problem though; he had no idea where his partner was. That could become a big problem if he didn’t deal with it. But right now he was too busy killing aliens. A tongue hit him in the arm leaving some saliva on his sleeve. He turned and saw another of the aliens with the braided hair with a dopey look on its face. Dante decided to fix that with a bullet in the brain. “This is my favourite hoody too. As he was walking down the hallway hen heard a smash of glass followed by a thud. “This sounds promising.” He was met with a guy roughly his age and height with a scar on his chin. He was moving slower than Dante expected. Ken was relieved, he had found his badass. Dante Fox, he was an assassin. Ken was impressed he knew this until he realised that the aliens organising this whole death match had beamed it into his brain. That killed the buzz of him thinking that he had psychic balls. Ken decided to take the plunge and ask the first question. “Dante Fox?” “Oh hey, you’re my partner right?” “Yeah I am.” “Just so you know my power isn’t that great.” “…So what is it?” “Brass Balls.” Dante cursed his luck. Of all the powers in the world, Brass Balls was the one they got. He rubbed his head. “Well this sucks. Better test them.” Before Ken had any time to react Dante shot the G17 at his balls. There was a ping and Dante ducked. “Well they work.” “WHAT THE FUCK!” Ken was pissed and worried. His partner had just tried to shoot him in the balls to test if they worked. The whole situation was insane. But now this was Ken’s life. “Can we just move, please?” |
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| Pippin | Jul 5 2011, 11:47 PM Post #2 |
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((Verity Callaghan start!)) Not for the first time in her life, Verity Callaghan was regretting the fact that she worked at Willford and Gumbs. Of course, those previous regrets had been more about the company being run by a bunch of slave drivers, but still, regrets were regrets. However, this was the first time Verity was panicking about working at Willford and Gumbs. She’d just gone to get a well deserved cup of coffee, when suddenly, alien messages in her head. At first she’d suspected one of her less dull-as-ditchwater colleagues was playing some sort of prank on her, so she’d simply sipped on the coffee, occasionally saying things like “Alright Colin, I know it’s you. You can knock it off now,” whilst other workers gave her odd looks. The first thing to tip her off was the fact that the image of a large, muscular man was suddenly imprinted in her brain, along with the fact that his name was Fritz something or other, and that he was an Austrian scientist. Which was slightly odd, seeing as Verity had never heard of or seen Fritz in her life. She was slightly puzzled at the fact that she dropped her cup of coffee after this, which smashed, sending brown liquid everywhere. She definitely didn’t feel incredibly shocked at the image, so why had she dropped the coffee? The second thing to tip her off was when Jordan Rydell, one of said dull-as-ditchwater colleagues, got impaled by a series of what looked like spines, fired from the ugliest thing Verity had ever seen. Well, the ugliest thing she’d seen until she ran off screaming, and saw a group of tiny things, wearing scuba gear and brandishing sticks with staplers on the ends. So, back we are at Verity Callaghan and her regrets. One of the newer ones was “Why the fuck didn’t I listen to that message better?” She didn’t have very long to mull over this regret, as the ugly things were charging at her. Well, charging being used in the loosest term. Still, they could have been the deadliest things those aliens could find, so Verity ran off the other way, not sure exactly where she was going. As she was running, more of the ugly things stepped out into her way. Not wanting to stop, she simply kicked them out of the way, and to her astonishment, and slight delight, they flew quite a distance, and made a satisfying SPLUT sound when they hit the walls and floor. Finally, Verity stopped running. She was currently in a corridor, somewhere she didn’t exactly know. Well, yeah, I do. I’m in Willford and Gumbs offices, ahahahahaha. Glad to see you’ve still got your incredible sense of humour there, Verity. Great. She was clearly going mad now, speaking to herself. Verity slapped her forehead, and slumped against a wall. Strangely, she wasn’t too worried about the prospect of possibly dying a horrible death. She was, after all, quite a lot fitter than some of the fatties that worked here. Her partner too looked very in shape and strong. “Right. First things first, find Fritz.” Verity muttered to herself, then paused, and said softly “Alliteration for the win.” Verity was just about to slap herself again for being stupid, when she heard voices. Poking her head round the wall, she saw that, along the corridor, two men were talking. One of them Verity recognised as Ken Brooks. Verity guessed he’d been one of the unlucky few paired up with a so-called “badass”. Verity also guessed the other person was said badass. She didn’t exactly want to interrupt the two, and was about to wander off somewhere else, when she saw what the mysterious guy had in his hands. A gun, Verity had no clue what type it was, but a gun nonetheless. Now, not wanting to head off in case the guy shot her for making sudden movements, Verity quickly looked around for anything that could be used as a weapon. Nothing, of course. Thinking quickly, Verity slowly but surely crept round the corner, so the new guy could see she wasn’t making any sudden movements. As she did this, she slid her shoe off, leaving it in front of her, in case she needed a weapon. There. Crisis, hopefully, averted. And then Ken got shot in the balls. Verity screamed, and leapt backwards. WHAT. THE. FUCK. JUST. HAPPENED?!? WHY... WHY DID HE JUST FUCKING DO THAT? Ken seemed to have the same thoughts as Verity, but he thankfully seemed unharmed. Verity, however, was still in shock, and just as Ken asked Dante whether they could move, please, Verity started shouting. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?! WHAT THE FUCK?! HE’S NOT A FUCKING ALIEN, HE’S STUPID OLD KEN FUCKING BROOKS!” Hoping to distract Dante, Verity reached out to pick up her shoe, in order to throw it at him. It slid out of her hand. Verity stared at it, feeling like she was about to scream. She attempted to pick it up again. No dice. Back onto the floor it fell. At this Verity let out something that could only be described as a mix of a scream and “WHAT THE FUUUCK?” |
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| Deamon | Jul 6 2011, 06:23 PM Post #3 |
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Dante assumed he had angered someone. He turned to the source of the shout but the corridor was empty. At least it’s a person he thought. He turned to Ken and pointed to the end of the corridor. “Down there.” He mouthed. “No shit.” Said Ken in reply. “Fine, fuck stealth.” Dante shrugged. He didn’t mind that much. He could tell from the voice it was a women and the fact that they knew who Ken was meant that they were more than likely an employee. “Any idea who the disembodied voice is?” “No, more than one girl works here shit head.” Dante shook his head, They were obviously hiding around the corner there was no-Dante grabbed Ken by the back of his t-shirt and pushed him to the floor his balls making a dull clang. “Why?” “What if they are invisible? Didn’t think about that did you?” As in response to his question. A scream echoed down the corridor. “Then again, maybe not.” As he lay on the floor Ken had a newfound respect for the cleaners of Willford and Grumms, because from where he was lying it looked spotless. He was thinking about the carpets. Was this really his attempt at staying sane? Ken was almost embarrassed. He was broken out of his thoughts about the carpet by a scream echoing down the corridor. “Don’t think they’re invisible Dante.” Ken picked himself up and brushed down his clothes. Who was on the other side of the corner? That was the only thought going through his head. He hoped it was someone who wasn’t likely to try and kill him and from the sound of it he was going to get lucky. As Ken was getting up Dante was moving down the corridor the gun lowered. He didn’t see this person as much of a threat. Plus they were too busy whimpering to really take any notice of him. “Ken get your ass over here.” Dante was at the corner of the corridor and he was about ready to take the plunge. “Ok I’m here.” Said Ken from over his shoulder. “Get ready it could all be a bluff.” Although if it was a bluff it was a well thought out one. “Go!” Dante took the plunge and went around the corner. Nearly falling over the person on the otherside. |
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| Pippin | Jul 7 2011, 11:33 PM Post #4 |
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To say Verity wasn’t handling things well would be quite a large understatement. Her previous calmness and sarcastic thoughts were completely gone, as had any thought of tactics and general sanity. This was made evident by the fact she was currently screaming in terror, not caring that it was currently attracting the two gentlemen she’d seen earlier. If Verity had suddenly turned into a ghost and seen herself whimpering and yelling, she’d have been quite embarrassed. She wasn’t the type to usually panic. But then again, alien invasion, not exactly usual. Verity slumped to the ground in despair, staring at her shoe once more, before trying to pick it up again. Her currently shaking hands, and rather wild gestures, however, meant that not only did it not stay in Verity’s hand, it also flew towards the wall, out of her reach. At this, she groaned, before saying “This is fucking freaky,” and put her head in her hands. Well, she tried to, at least. As soon as her forehead touched her palms, it slipped through, lightly thwacking it on her knee. And then, as if God had decided that today was “Everything-Fucks-With-Verity Day”, Ken and the other guy almost tripped over her. Screaming yet again, Verity scrambled backwards, and stood up, still shaking. Well, now I’ve probably deafened Ken, seeing as I yelled right in his face. And at least I’ve managed to regain my power of thinking snarky comments, go me! It was then that Verity remembered that the currently-unknown guy had a gun. Of course, the sensible thing to do in this situation would be to calmly, and politely, if possible, ask him not to draw the weapon on her. So Verity did the exact opposite. “H-hey! You! Stupid fucker that I don’t know, who apparently SHOOTS PEOPLE IN THE BALLS FOR FUN! Don’t even think about doing that to me... Well, I mean, not like I’ve got balls, but you know what I mean! Just... don’t shoot me! Please?” After this rather lame rant/speech, Verity turned to Ken. Sarcastic Ken Brooks. In many ways, he was kinda like her. Except waaay more of a dick. But at the moment, that wasn’t really important. What was important was the fact that, as far as Verity could see, Ken didn’t seem to be in any pain from being shot. Which, as far as Verity knew, was a first. At that moment, Verity was confused, scared and angry at being in this game... race... whatever. While she was merely curious as to how Ken was still alive, or at the very least, in little to no pain, her tone made her seem aggressive and angrier than she was. “And you!” At this, Verity pointed at Ken. “How the fuck are you still WALKING? I mean Jesus Christ, you got SHOT! At the very least you should be rolling around in agony! And why the fuck aren’t you bleeding? You have, like... bulletproof armour or something?” |
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| Deamon | Jul 9 2011, 09:53 PM Post #5 |
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So she was yelling at him but didn’t want to get shot. Dante was almost laughing at how ridiculous this was getting. She didn’t seem like a threat at least. That or she was way too shocked by what was going on to be a threat. Unless her mouth was a weapon, in which case she was a threat. The one thing Ken could focus on was that she had purple hair. So do they have a dress code or what? Wait she’s going to have a partner somewhere. “Ken, make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. I’ll be right back.” I’m glad you’re ok Ken. That was something Ken had wanted to hear. But instead he got Verity yelling at him like it was all his fault, was he really that unpopular? At least she had yelled at Dante too, for being a psycho. So Verity was as sarcastic as him but he wasn’t freaking out. Although given the circumstances…Wait did Dante say he would be right back? Shit. Dante poked his head round the corner. Everyone had a partner, so where was hers? It made Dante uneasy knowing that some guy with a gun could attack at any moment. He was an assassin not a marine. As he stepped out into the hallway again he heard a sound from the ceiling. Then the spines flew at his face. Dante reacted quickly by diving under the spines onto the floor. As he pulled himself up he saw a glimpse of something moving across the ceiling. As he drew his gun he saw another one of the aliens moving closer. “Ah shit.” He dived backwards and scrambled across the floor as another wave of spines flew at him. “Shit shit shit shit.” He jumped back around the corner. “This could be awkward.” Well not like I’ll be living for much longer anyway. Dante peeked back around the corner and saw the two aliens. They seemed to be waiting for something. Dante aimed the gun and fired at one of the aliens hitting it in what he assumed was its head and dropping it to the floor. The other one quickly turned and shot more spines at Dante. He hid behind the corner as they imbedded themselves into the wall. He got out from behind the corner and shot the final alien. “Thank god that’s over. So how are you guys doing?” Was Dante for real? He just killed two aliens, had a freaking out Verity yelling at him and now he was asking how they were doing. Ken had to admit though he was glad Dante was on his team. The guy was laid back and didn’t seem to take the situation seriously but he was a damn good fighter. Oh was Verity still freaking out, then again now that Dante had had to use his gun she did have a good reason too. “Yeah I’m fine. Verity not so much, she may be losing it.” Verity, well better remember that just in case. Dante was now stuck with a relatively easy choice. Kill Verity and move on, or let her live. Dante knew this was an easy choice but he had never actually killed someone who wasn’t part of his job. Which made the decision a lot tougher than it needed to be. Fuck Dante you’re really thinking about this? “Ok Verity I’m gonna give you a chance to get out of this with your life.” |
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| Pippin | Jul 12 2011, 12:15 AM Post #6 |
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Things were not going Verity’s way. That was not something she particularly liked. Not to say she was a spoilt brat, who got everything she asked her daddy for, but she was generally well liked, so she was used to people obliging to her wishes. ... At least, I think I was well liked. I don’t think any of those comments I made hit a little too close to home, did they? Anyway, the point was... well, no, there was no point. Verity was simply freaking out. She just wanted things to be normal, that was all she wanted. Back to her boring, shitty job, that would be fine now. But nope, she was stuck in the middle of an alien invasion. With two people who DON’T EVEN ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTIONS. The dude with the gun had just run off back to the corridor he was in before, leaving Verity with Ken. Oh, yippee. Stuck in a building with people I hate, and I’m too fucking scared to even make snarky comments about them. “So, okay, fine, he’s gone and shit. Now tell me. Do you have a bulletproof... codpiece or something, or have you just-“ Verity’s words were interrupted by the rapid fire, uh, firing and swearing. Verity, to her credit, did not start screaming again at the shots. She did, however, start swearing. Loudly. “WHAT THE FUCK? WHY ARE YOU FUCKING FIRING? JESUS CHRIST, ARE ALL YOU ASSHOLES WITH GUNS GONNA BE LIKE THAT? JUST RUNNING AROUND, SHOOTING PEOPLE, AND- HOLYYY SHIIIIT!” Verity had just seen several spikes slam into the walls of the corridor, hence the sudden change from swearing to different swearing. She fell backwards again, landing ass first on the floor of the corridor, and started making inaudible sounds, mostly consisting of swearing and spluttering. The random guy was back, and being way too fucking calm for a situation such as this. Okay, guy, how few brain cells must you have to ask how we’re doing in a fucking alien invasion? And stop acting so calm, asshole. Ken was telling Captain Asshole that Verity was losing it. As much as she hated to, Verity agreed with that statement, although it was kinda obvious anyway. She tried to start hugging her knees, but again, her hands just kept slipping off, so she started scooting backwards to a wall, in order to lean against it, nodding her head the whole time, still making high pitched noises. While still panicking, she couldn’t help but feel glad about the fact she had worn a longer skirt than usual. She had a feeling she’d be falling over a lot, over however long this thing took. “Ok Verity, I’m gonna give you a chance to get out of this with your life.” Verity felt as if her blood had frozen and her heart had stopped. Turning her head to face Dante so quickly she thought she might snap it off, Verity could only stare open mouthed at him. Is he... did he just... threaten to maybe kill me? Who. The fuck. Is this guy?! And once again, Verity’s mouth got the better of her. “No, seriously. Who the fuck do you think you are, planning on shooting me unless I comply with your fucking rules? What fucking reason would there be in shooting me, eh? Oh, wait, you’re a fucking psychopath who, like I said, SHOOTS PEOPLE IN THE BALLS.” It was only then that Verity realised she had, in fact, said all of that, not thought it. And she returned to staring, open mouthed, at Dante, her thoughts being OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT, WHY THE FUCK DID I SAY THAT, OH SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT! |
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| Deamon | Jul 12 2011, 08:36 PM Post #7 |
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Godamn she has a big mouth. But she’s not scared of dying…wait no looks like she may have been speaking out loud. If her reaction to what she said is anything to go by. Wow so now she’s just going to stare at me open-mouthed? Whatever. Truth be told Dante was starting to like Verity, if only because the way she seemed to have no control over what she said was funny. But what if she got to the top of the tower before him and Ken is he let her live? Dante was weighing up the benefits of having Verity tag along. She could slow them down, but an extra person to “fight” the aliens wouldn’t be too bad. Ken meanwhile was still reeling from Verity’s outburst. Probably not a good idea to yell at the man with a gun. He could shoot you Verity. He had to admit that was brave, although it did look like she did it by accident. But she kept mentioning Dante shooting him in the balls and it was starting to make Ken uncomfortable. “Look Verity it’s ok…sorta. He can shoot me in the balls because my “power” is that my balls were turned to brass. Guess it makes them bulletproof.” That sounded a lot saner in Ken’s head. But then again with how his day was going so far it was one of the saner things to happen. “They’re kind of awkward though, and I don’t see any benefits apart from them being bulletproof. Dante had to admit none of the options were too good, it didn’t feel right to him to kill someone who had not attacked him before hand and if he was honest was caught it the wrong place by working at Willford and Grumbs. But if he let her go she could end up coming back with her partner, who could end up killing Dante. Why do I have morals? I mean really? “Verity looks like you’ve managed to convince me to let you live. Your choice as to what you do from now.” Fuck…I’m going to see if there are any aliens to kill. Dante turned and walked back into the hallway. Ken was really confused now, but at the same time relieved. He didn’t need to be involved in the death of one of the people he worked with. Even if said person doesn’t like him very much. “So that was…What was that? Honestly I have no idea what’s up with him. But I guess you being alive is a good thing, right?” I’d class it as a good thing, but than again. Verity looked worried that Dante was going to walk back around the corner and shot her anyway and if he was honest Ken couldn’t blame her. Although the way her anger seemed to deflect onto him repeatedly was getting old. He lent against the wall and just closed his eyes. He wanted to try and get some semblance of sanity from what was going on but if he was honest it wasn’t happening. Then he heard the gunshot. Dante had been wondering up the corridor when he had heard movement from the room where he had found Ken. He looked in through the little window and saw an alien with what looked like breathing apparatus moving around like it was concussed. It was quite funny for Dante to watch. It kept ending up walking into a desk. Dante carefully pushed the door open and walked up the small alien. It saw him and slowly looked around for its stick, which was by what was left of the computer monitor. Dante watched it stagger to its stick and pick it up before it charged at him as fast as its little concussed legs could carry it. When it reached him he just stepped aside, the alien fell right through the door flailing the stick the whole way. It didn’t even put its arms out to stop the fall; it just landed face first with a thud. I’m having way too much fun here. The alien rolled onto its back and found that it couldn’t get up. How did it get up the first time? Dante held up the G17 and shot the alien in the face. I feel much better now. Suppose I should go back before she ends up ripping Ken’s eyes out. |
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| Pippin | Jul 17 2011, 10:29 PM Post #8 |
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Verity waited for the bullet to hit her. She had screwed her eyes up tight, waiting for the impact of bullet against flesh. Her hands would have been clenched into fists, but they kept on... falling apart, for lack of a better term. Her arms, however, were almost stuck to her sides. She knew she’d screwed up, and screwed up big. These “badass” types probably don’t do the whole “ask questions now, shoot later” thing, do they? Shit, this is so fucking unfair! I’m gonna get shot, right here! ... Uh... I... I said, I’m gonna get shot, right here? ... What’s taking him so long? Against her better judgement, Verity opened her right eye slightly. She had expected to see Captain Asshole with a fucking bazooka or something, pointed right at her face. Instead, he was just standing there, with what looked like a smirk on his face. Verity opened both of her eyes when she saw this, and relaxed her arms. What was going on? Had this whole thing been one huge joke? Well, har-dee-fucking-har, guys! You’re all going to hell. Then Ken started speaking. What with Captain Asshole being an asshole and about to shoot her, Verity had almost forgotten about him. He was talking about his power, and Verity was, again, for a moment, highly confused. “Power? What power, what are you fucki- Oh! Oh, shit, now I remember!” It seemed like a year ago now, but Verity could vaguely remember that, when she’d dropped her coffee, the voice in her head had said something about powers, and hers was... “Oh. Oh fucking brilliant” Verity slapped her palm against her forehead. At least, she tried. Her hand slid upwards, slightly messing up her purple hair. “Least you have some use to your “power”. I can no longer pick anything up, or even fucking touch anything apparently. I can’t even fucking punch the bastards who did this to me, because of this shitty power!” Her rant over, Verity slipped back into sarcasm mode when Ken mentioned how cumbersome his balls were. “Yeah, I can see what you mean.” Verity, by now, had an evil grin on her face. “Your already slim chances of getting laid are now zero.” Now that that was out of the way, Verity could concentrate on Captain Asshole, and why he hadn’t shot anyone so far. Currently, he seemed to be thinking. Must take him, what? Two, three hours just to work out how to pull the trigger or something. Finally he spoke, telling Verity she was free to go. Verity felt like shouting at Captain Asshole again, something along the lines of “YOU THREATEN TO KILL ME, AND THEN JUST LET ME GO? JUST LIKE THAT? FUCK YOU!” But she’d learnt her lesson from last time, and kept her mouth shut. At least, for the time being. As Captain Still-An-Asshole-Even-Though-He-Let-Me-Live turned back around the corner, Ken started speaking again, looking even more confused than normal. “You know, Kenny?” Verity said “I’m gonna have to agree with you there. Being alive generally is a good thing, yeah.” To her annoyance, Ken didn’t seem to really be listening, instead deciding to lean against a wall. Verity sighed at this, and seemingly mimicking Ken, leant against the opposite wall. “Look, Ken...” Verity started saying, when the gunshot cut her off. By now, though, she was kinda used to it, and started speaking a couple of seconds afterwards. “Anyway, as I was saying, Ken. I like making sarcastic comments about you. I don’t know whether you like me. I don’t give a shit about... Captain Asshole. So, we’re not exactly team awesome. However... I still need to find my partner guy. And, as I said, I can’t pick anything up to defend myself. So... I’m basically asking whether I can team up with you, until I find... uh, Fritz, that was his name, yah. How’s that with you?” |
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| Deamon | Jul 19 2011, 08:57 PM Post #9 |
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Ken wondered if Verity had realised how close she had come to dying and it had made her rethink how she was going to live the last few hours of her life but he was glad she had stopped yelling at him for no reason. Did she just ask to tag along with me and Dante? Ken didn’t quite know what to think. Oh wait she likes making sarcastic comments about me. Well now it makes more sense. But she had a point; she was completely defenceless, what with the whole not being able to pick stuff up power. It made Ken’s brass balls look useful. “ Seems good to me it’d be nice to have some normal company. Dante seems to be enjoying the whole situation too much. Honestly though I’ve never had a problem with you. You just seemed to have one with me. I just hope that once we find Fritz he doesn’t shoot me in the face, that’d suck.” As Dante made his way back down the corridor he could hear Ken and Verity talking about teaming up until she found her badass. Not a bad idea. Would be good to have another ally in her badass. Unless of course he’s a psycho. Dante rejoined Ken and Verity and decided to play along with them asking him if Verity could join them. “Hey Dante,” Good start Ken. “Would Verity be able to tag along with us until she finds her badass?” And could I have a puppy, Jesus Ken what are you five? You played that one so smooth. Just go ahead and make puppy eyes. Hell if he says no throw a tantrum, go on I dare you. Oh shit I’m talking to myself. Dante didn’t actually have any objections to the idea. Apart from maybe Verity’s badass trying to kill him. That could turn into a problem. “I don’t see why not, another pair of eyes and ears would be good. Considering how many aliens seem to be in this tower. Just be careful, because if you die…wait what would be the negative…Oh I’d feel guilty, there we go.” Ken shook his head. If I hadn’t seen him kill any of the aliens I’d wonder if he was even a threat. “So it’s decided then. Verity you can come with us until you find…Fritz? Did you say his name was? Then we’ll go our separate ways I guess.” Dante reloaded the Glock as he spoke. “And if bullets start flying hide behind Ken’s balls, they’re bullet proof after all.” “Fuck you Dante.” So the aim of this game is too reach the top floor right? That means we will need to find some stairs. “We’ll need to go to the stairs so that we can move up the floors.” “That’s helpful Ken but you forget. I don’t work here. So you will need to guide me to the stairs.” Dante checked the Glock to make sure it was still in a useable condition. He didn’t think it was necessary considering how reliable Glock’s tended to be, but he was surrouneded by aliens. So it wasn’t worth the risk. “So Verity you have anything to contribute to this tactical meeting?” |
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| Pippin | Jul 28 2011, 10:35 PM Post #10 |
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((Bloody hell, this did not need to take so long. Really sorry about the wait and all)) Normal company? That wasn’t exactly a term used to describe Verity very often. In any other situation, she’d have preferred to be called slightly abnormal, but in this case? Normal was fine. Normal was good, yeah. The fact that Ken didn’t have any problems with her, however, was something she hadn’t really expected him to bring up. Guess I was being kind of a bitch there... but still! Alien invasion, I believe I’m allowed to freak out at that! “Eh... don’t worry. I don’t really have anything against you; I’m just that way around everyone. And, I was freaking out back there! Not exactly in the right state of mind-then again, there’s a couple of people who’ll say I’m never in the right state of mind...” Verity laughed nervously at that. Good, here we go. Trying to make the best of things is always a good start. By now, Dante had returned from... whatever he was doing. Verity couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Ken’s phrasing of the idea that she’d be joining them. She was glad, however, that Dante seemed to agree with their idea. Until he started talking about guilt and stuff. Wow. Way to go, Cap. Almost break into being Captain Almost-Okay, and then you fall all the way back into Captain Asshole. Verity shook her head. She hoped this whole thing wouldn’t take too long. Ken was alright, as well as being an ideal verbal punching bag if things went bad, but Captain Asshole? Ugh. Whatever. She had to admit though, his quip about hiding behind Ken’s balls was pretty good. And now, from Ken’s response, she knew what his name was! “Oh good, now I don’t have to call him Captain Asshole anymore...” Oops. Wasn’t supposed to say that. Thank God I didn't say that too loudly. Please say he didn’t hear it... In an attempt to appear less suspicious, Verity cleared her throat loudly, then said “Right! Stairs, yup, good plan! I, uh, think there were some back the way I came from, if you wanna go and check.” Poor attempt at covering her tracks finished, Verity turned towards the direction she'd pointed out, when she felt a familiar feeling. It was similar to what she'd felt at the beginning of this... thing. This time, Verity knew she'd have to listen carefully. The familiar voice echoed around her head, this time telling her what weapons were upstairs. Verity scowled at this. "Great, just fucking great. Brand new shiny weapons I can never actually fucking use! Greeat idea, giving someon-" The announcement wasn't finished, however. Apparently, there were new aliens prowling the building, new, much more dangerous sounding ones. Even the one with possibly the stupidest name ever sounded far scarier than any earth creature. Possibly. Looking back at Ken and Dante, Verity said, her voice shaking slightly "Uh... Capta-I, uh, Dante! Could you, uh, stay in front of me at all times? In case those new, uh, things arrive. Please?" Edited by Pippin, Jul 28 2011, 10:47 PM.
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